The end is in sight. Kind of. I mean, I still have a month to go on this little biological adventure, but a key milestone has been met.
(No, the baby has not dropped.)
I am looking at catalogues and magazines again. Voraciously.
My “non-pregnant” self is in sight in the distance. And my inner “accessory whore” might be starting to lose her mind. I am visualizing lovely pants that can be BELTED, high-heels, sandals that are not thongs, breezy, but FITTED shirts, and, of course, a few new accessories NOT resembling a diaper bag or jewelry representing a baby’s shoe.
It is a good day, my gentle snowflakes.
First up! A neat little oufit for the baby naming event.
Next! The finishing touches on the dress for OldestDaughter’s wedding. Shoes. Jewelry.
Lastly! Summer clearance sales. Lots of them.
But first (really), a bottle of self-tanner because Oh My G-d the pastiness is unholy.